[SilverSamurai]

Oh wow, I actually quite like this one.
I made a Reaper with more apparel! Hope you guys dig it ;3

Without items:

This is going to be a strictly art/story contest.
You may order art from other people, or provide yourself. You may
use a combination of both art and story, or two stories, or two arts.
The art and story must show personality/interest(s)

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Ends in a little over 1 week, June 1st.

[chaton,]

ｎａｍｅ; Jericho
ｓｏｎｇ；Monster - Imagine Dragons
ｇｅｎｄｅｒ；Male
ｐｅｒｓｏｎａｌｉｔｙ；Self-depreciating, silent and untrusting. He's also rebellious and has a problem with authority of any kind. Usually, he picks fights first and asks questions later, and isn't hesitant to charge into things head-first, sometimes literally.
ｓｈｏｒｔ  ｓｔｏｒｙ；The wind blew the scent of rain into the den, making the low-burned candles flicker and threaten to go out. The being sat before stacks upon stacks of crumpled and stained parchment gave a snarl, paws tensing and gouging holes in one corner of the paper, claws ripping through it easily. With the rain-scent, came another of his kind, another reaper, this one white and grey, by the name of Richter.

"Jericho, what... what is all this?" He asked, gazing down at the... spell parchments? Could reapers even read?
"R-richter! What are you doing here?" Jericho moved to quickly put away his papers, tail twitching agitatedly.
"I came up to check on you... you've not been down from your hole in the wall for days. It seems it was a good thing i did, too... What are you doing with those? You know magic is dangerous, forbidden even! And what is with the armor?"

Richter stepped over to one wall of the cave, claws running along pieces of leather and chains, before turning back to face Jericho.

"They... keep me safe from the magic." He admitted, looking away ashamedly. "You need to go, Richter."
"No, I-"
"I said GO." Jericho snarled, and the air crackled with magic, responding to it's master's call. This sent the white reaper running, though he paused at the door and began to speak, to ask why. "Go. I've turned into a monster and the only way for you to be safe is if you go."

[Architeuthid]

Name: Akula Dragonchaser
Gender: Male (♂)

Akula's Sketches of Dragonchasing Gear

Akula Explains Dragonchasing

"I am Akula Dragonchaser. Akula is my birth name, but I earned the name
Dragonchaser. As you may have guessed, I chase dragons.

Dragonchasing is an art. It is not simply running after a dragon until you
catch up. It involves stalking a dragon for days, walking in its footsteps,
tracking it across the sky, until you can get close enough to the dragon to
leap on its back. The trick is to cling to the neck—that's the only place
where the dragon cannot reach you. When there, you dig the spikes on
your ankle and wrist gear under the dragon's neck plates to secure
yourself. This will make the dragon very angry, so be very careful. When
you have secured yourself, you peck the dragon's head to encourage it
to take off. The most dangerous part is hanging on to the dragon while
it flies. Most dragons are determined to shake you off, rolling in the air
and squeezing through tight cracks. It is very hard to hang on. I myself
have fallen off several times, which is why my skull is so chipped and
beaten. Few dare to follow the path of the dragonchasers, for it is such
a dangerous sport, but those who dare to do it because they are either
foolhardy or experienced. I am both. I love to ride the dragon, it is the
only way I can truly fly. Do you dare to chase the mighty dragon?

[poqqi]

Username:
BurningSnow

Name:
Hatari
(danger in Swahili)

Gender:
Male

Art/Story (up to 2 pieces):

The Chips In His Skull
Hatari was always the toughest of his group of Wind Reapers.
Always the dare devil, and always the one that ended up
getting a little scraped up afterward. He like the thrill of
jumping off of cliffs and into the ocean though, and he liked
the feel of the wind under his flightless wings as they soared
high above everything else. He especially loved it when he
would go up to the very top of the tallest mountain in the
middle of a thunderstorm, just to experience that controlled
chaos that only few people get to really experience in person.
The loud claps of thunder, the blinding rips of electricity that
shot out all around him as he dodged and weaved through
their deadly branches with a smile gracing his face. He only
ever smiled in the face of danger, because anything less than
life or death danger bored him, and he usually wasn't doing
anything else but. This day was no different, and Hatari was
dodging all the lightning with graceful precision. That was, until
he ran under a large overhang of rocks and boulders just as the
lightning struck. They all came toppling down upon him, burying
his form in rocks and large boulders. Hatari never wished for
death, that's not why he does the dangerous things that he does.
Hatari wishes to beat death, and he does it quite well almost
everyday. All the other Wind Reapers new exactly what was
going to happen to him. They all thought that his reckless abandon
for safety would one day get himself killed. He wasn't about to
prove them correct, so through the daze that the rocks falling
on his head had caused, he used his wings, tail, and hind legs to
push through the gravel on top of him. The larger rocks started
falling first, and perspiration formed on his neck and chest from
the effort it took to push away such big rocks. His body ached and
bruises began forming where the rocks hit so mercilessly, but he
pushed on until his skulled head popped from the rubble. His skull
was cracked and chipped, and his muscles sore and weak, but still
Hatari had a small smile on his face, for he had done it yet again.
He spit in the face of danger and outran death for who knows
how many times. Walking away from the pile of rocks that he just
emerged from, small pebbles and shards of rock falling to the floor
as he moved, Hatari gave a small chuckle, and a whoop of triumph.

The Gear He Wears
The tales were passed down from his family of Wind Reapers
told of a giant shark. It's body was covered in scales, gigantic
plates used as armor as tough as steel. It's eyes were the size
of a huge bolder, and their teeth longer than a full-grown Wind
Reaper, and thicker as well. Megaladon. That's what they
called it. A shark bigger than the Titanic, that could leap out
of the water to grab passing airplanes. Hatari knew of these
tales, had heard of the shark, had dreamed of one day getting
up close and personal. He set out to find it one day, sailing on
one boat to the next all over the sea. He braved storms, mutiny,
and false alarms as giant sharks were captured, then released
once proven a fake Megaladon. There was only one true giant out
there in the sea, more vicious than anyone could possibly imagine.
Even Hatari was not brave enough to face it, even though he tried.
One day when Hatari was on his fifth month of searching for the
legendary beast, the waters began growing still. Hatari thought
nothing of it, until the silence threatened to strangle him. It was
eerily quiet. Too still, too calm. As if there was no life beneath them
in the water. As if all the marine life froze in their tracks. Hatari
looked over the deck, a bit shaken by the sullen sea. That was, until
the waves began lapped at his boat again. He was only allowed relief
for one second when he realized that these waves were worse than
the silence. They were the waves that were rolling off a giant being,
that huge mass of darkness that was speeding towards him and his ship.
His eyes widened, and his body froze in pure terror as the eyes the
size of boulders appeared from under the water, and the giant dorsal
fin, that cleared ten yards above his own ship broke the surface. He
hadn't a chance to shout in surprise before his ship was swallowed whole,
him and his crew along with it. Once in the belly of the beast, Hatari
found that he was the only one to survive the trip down the esophagus.
Water and stomach acid surrounded him, and he looked desperately for a
way out. Int he time it took him to figure out his plan, he noticed the
scattered remains of dead sea creatures, some with teeth larger than he.
He used the sharp teeth that he could carry and crafted them in armor for
himself. He then pressed the biggest tooth he could find against the wall
of the stomach, and pushed with all his might until it broke the skin. He
could hear the roar of the beast as it made it's way to the surface. Hatari
was soon surrounded by the sea water quickly filling up the stomach of the
creature, and was, for the first time in his whole life, truly terrified. Hatari
blacked out, and when he awoke, he found himself lying on the sand of a
small island, without any injuries to speak of, and unsure of what exactly
happened. He keeps his armor as a reminder to himself that bravery is
standing up in the face of danger, not going to seek it out, even if he breaks
his own motto sometimes. To this day, Hatari still has a deep fear of sharks.

[Blackbirds]

Username: Need For Speed
Name: 新しい血
Atarashī chi
Translated ;; New Blood
Gender: Male
Art/Story (up to 2 pieces):

痛みの涙
Itami no namida
Translated to The Tears Of Pain

Wandering around, no one believes it is that challenging, but then again, no one thinks that I even exist. You know, I hate that kind of pain. Have you ever felt it? I have. I know what it feels like to be alone, used as a warrior, and hated. You see, I was once the best warrior on Ente Isla, but then, when the demons took over that world, I was thrown in prison, hated, despised. After a long time, they forgot about me. The humans, demons, and my kind. No one came for me, no one saved me. Am I to rot in this cold, hard, prison? Well I think not. Who cares if they left me behind? What am I to them? Why should they come rescue me? Because I'm valuable? Because I'm wanted? Because I'm important? They left me here to rot, my allies, my friend, my family. There is nothing worse then this pain of being alone. How can anyone bear it? I just want answers. Every night, I cry the tears of pain. They sting my eyes, and they feel like acid. I used to try and use what little armor I had left and break through the bars of my cell, but now, it is useless. There is no way I would be wanted, in the real world. There is no one to care for me, and most importantly, I will show them they are wrong. They should have come back! They should have cared! They should have saved me, they should have healed me, they should have saved me, they should have healed me, they should have cared! it is never to late to believe that I am not alone. It is never to late to see, that I have some type of use. There is always a way out of here, somehow. The one mistake they made, was never taking off my armor, they thought it was useless, but they were wrong! I can still try to pry open the bars around me, I can still try to escape! I can try with all my might, but I hope, I can escape! Ignore the pain down in my chest, were my heart should be! I was created to be the living king! I was made, to stay alive, and take down fate. Have you ever had that blast of hope, the one thing pandora left in the box. There is nothing that I would trade, to have that now. I will try, until I die, to be free of this pain. Just try, and cry, from the pain. These chains are scraping my neck, they hurt like never before! But I will all ignore that, for the one taste of freedom.


この刑務所からの脱出
Kono keimusho kara no dasshutsu
Translated to Escape From This Prison

There was a time when Police at doughnuts and racers raced. But that soon was over, right when Dragon Isles ended. What is Dragon Isles you might ask? Well, the Dragon Isles is one of the largest street racing competitions. You must have a worthy car, and a worthy team. This is the story of how two people, became the all time champions of the Dragon Isles. Winner takes everything, so you better get ready to walk home, and find a few jobs. The police always stayed far away, until one of the racers goes missing; Seymore Shihs. His twin sister was a pure beauty, and most people thought someone wanted her, and took her brother to make her come find him then stay. Atarashī chi Shihs had hair the color of the night sky, very pale skin, and light cerulean eyes, but she had a secret, she was really a wind reaper in human disguse. She, herself, was a racer as well. Until the year she lost her best car, a Koenigsegg CCXR. You may ask, 'How did she get one?'. And I will reply, she won Dragon Isles, got the cars, and sold them to purchase this supercar. The day she went back to Dragon Isles to support her twin was the day he chose to race against Soren Lorcan, the best of all the racers. In that very race, Seymore won. The next day, when Atarashī chi woke up, she found Seymore missing. Without her twin, she felt lost in the world. Her parents and the police thought she was the reason he was gone, so her parents kicked her out of her home. The only thing she could quickly take before they kicked her out were the keys to her brother's 1976 blood red Dodge Challenger, how he loved that car. Atarashī chi hoped she would make Seymore proud, if she went back to racing. You see, Seymore kept begging her to go back to racing, but she never did once she lost that Koenigsegg. Atarashī chi put on her old helmet, a black helmet with a dragon flying across it. The visor where you see from was a print of dragon eyes, it was also a tinted dark red. She tucked her long hair in the helmet, and got ready. Atarashī chi went right up to the current leader, and challenged him. She managed to talk him out of her pink slip, for a kiss instead. That may not sound big to you, but for Atarashī chi, it would be her first kiss. Ever. After beating him, and getting the beautiful Shelby Mustang, she then went to where her team and spot was. Atarashī chi was surprised that people were parked in her spot, and took her helmet off to tell them they were in her spot, when one said, "Hey! Isn't that the girl who made history?" Then all of his buddies turned around so fast there was no where she could hide. "Yes, I did make history." She replied in a monotone voice, for she never liked talking. All the sudden, she had a huge crowd around her. "Can you teach me how to drive?" "No, I want to drive with her first!" "There's no way she would pick you guys over me!" Atarashī chi then turned to the guys in her spot, and asked, "Mind if I take that spot?" They quickly packed up and went to the space over, as Atarashī chi pulled in her car. Now, one Dirty blonde was getting a little jealous and wanted to see why everyone left him. He quickly walked over to the other side of the parking garage, and asked someone, "Why is everyone like this?" The other boy replied, "Because it's Atarashī chi Shihs! She has come back to race!" The Dirty blonde known as Soren then said, "I raced her brother yesterday." Then Soren walked through all of the fans to the front, seeing the Zytka needed help pushing everyone back. Soren walked up to her and asked, "What can I do to help?" Atarashī chi looked a little startled, but hid that fast. " I need to find my old car, a Koenigsegg CCXR, but no one will let me out!" She said, in an overwhelmed way. All of the sudden, Soren had an idea and ran off. He quickly returned with the ropes that he would put around his cars to cars to make sure no one would touch them. Soren then put them around Atarashī chi's parking space. "There!" A few minutes later, you could hear police sirens, and everyone scattered. Soren saw there was a tracker on Atarashī chi's car! He quickly went to the tracer and pulled it off, then threw a cover over the car while saying, "We have to go! Come on, you have to leave the car!" Then he got a death glare from Atarashī chi, "No way! This is the only thing left I have from my brother! I will hide it where my first racing car is." She quickly got in the drivers seat of the old dodge and drove through the panic. Soren ran to his Lamborghini Gallrado and drove aft her. You see, in the little bit they talked, they became good friends.

[|Shyba|]

Username: |Angel|
Name:
Gender:
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Maybe, if I have time.

[Cryptz]

Yeah never mind.

[SilverSamurai]

2 days left

[Cryptz]

Sorry I'm going to drop out.

[SilverSamurai]

Username:
BurningSnow

Name:
Hatari
(danger in Swahili)

Gender:
Male

Art/Story (up to 2 pieces):

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This was really hard to choose, but congrats BurningSnow!

All of you had such lovely concepts and I'm sad that I can't
give a RU to each and every one of you ;-; I do plan on
making more Reapers like this guy though, so be prepared!